He actually saw... shady and sorrowful emotions in her smile.
In his understanding of this woman he had always disliked, such a smile was not supposed to belong to Luo Qiangwei.
The man couldn't help but lower his voice, "Luo Qiangwei,"
However, just as he finished calling her name, Luo Qiangwei suddenly lifted her face, the earlier obscurity gone from her smile, vividly hooking her arm around his, "Husband, grandma has spoken, shall we go toast?"
Husband?
Mo Shiche's dark eyes narrowed even more, but he didn't say anything more at that moment, letting her lead him to toast.
The wedding banquet proceeded perfectly with Luo Qiangwei's performance — it was also related to Mo Shiche being by her side, after all, in Jiang City, no one dares to easily offend the Mo Family, and everyone offered congratulations and blessings.
Even Senior Madame Mo was happily chatting with the guests, after all, the new granddaughter-in-law hadn't embarrassed her. Whether she liked her or not, it was a joyful day regardless.
After a round of toasting with red wine, Luo Qiangwei became slightly tipsy, her steps following in a floating manner, her charming cheeks flushed with a bewitching red, especially tempting.
A few men couldn't help staring at her, wishing to drink a few more glasses with her, and Luo Qiangwei did not refuse, cheerfully pouring and raising glasses with them.
Then, the wine glass was snatched away by the sullen-faced Mo Shiche behind her, who wrapped his arms around her and walked with her to a quiet corridor in the back.
As soon as Mo Shiche let go, Luo Qiangwei swayed backward and staggered, leaning against the wall.
She was clearly drunk, burped from the alcohol, patting her chest in a languid, half-drunk state.
Mo Shiche took a step toward her, his low and cold aura enveloping her as he looked down at her, "Are you happy?"
Luo Qiangwei seemed to just realize he was still there, frowning as she glanced at him.
Happy, of course, she was happy.
She was lucky enough to have the chance to live once again, she should indeed celebrate.
"Luo Qiangwei, I'm talking to you," Mo Shiche's long finger lifted her face to look directly at him, "What the hell are you playing at, planning to change your style, play a new trick?"
"Oh, you've seen through it," Luo Qiangwei, with her face flushed red, looked at him with slightly dazed eyes, "What, not used to it? Fine, then,"
She extended her slender arm to hook around his neck, her whole bewitching body pressing against his chest, her voice close to his ear, "Let's get divorced then, get divorced tomorrow. From then on, you do you and I do me — no more playing the fool, how about that?"
Mo Shiche looked down at the woman with the alluring red lips against him, "Playing the fool?"
Luo Qiangwei's smile was charming, yet she sighed, "Yes, playing the fool. Who made me blind to love you so much, playing the fool for seventeen years. I could win the booby prize..."
Suddenly, her slender waist was firmly embraced, and then her entire body was pressed hard against the wall.
Mo Shiche's high nose was nearly touching hers as strong and lucid words spilled from his thin lips, "Luo Qiangwei, no matter what tricks you're playing, don't even think about getting divorced now — you came up with this farce, forced me to marry you, so until I say it's over, you have to be Mrs. Mo."
"So the marriage was forced by me, and now I have to beg you for a divorce?" Luo Qiangwei raised an eyebrow and then lazily smiled, "Being Mrs. Mo is fine too. After all, you're supporting me and buying me beautiful clothes. But fulfilling your conditions might be a bit hard for me..."